When My Wife No Longer Asks for Money

when my wife no longer asks for money (17)

"Ratihan, you're here too!" I turned to the direction of the voice turned out in front there was an Anggara sir and a woman.

"Yes, Mr. Anggara is here too," I asked the stale do not want to be considered arrogant.

"We want dinner too, can we sit here because there is no more empty place," pinta pak Anggara.

I looked around the direction, indeed there was no more empty place except my table, I looked at the woman beside Anggara who kept sticking like a stamp, so I was hot.

"Ahh, sit down sir! It just so happened that my husband went to the toilet again,"

I let the two of them sit in an empty chair right in front of me, while Rania I held me. I looked towards the road to the toilet, but Rahman was not yet seen. Had he fainted there or did he leave me again, lest I be ashamed to be made the same mas Rahman.

"I'm sorry, old '" said the newly arrived Mas Rahma.

"Ahh, it's okay! Let's sit down and let me know the director of my office is working" I said.

Mas Rahman just nodded then extended his hand towards Anggara and vice versa. I smiled and looked back at Rahman.

"Figures, who are they!" ask the woman.

"He's Ratih, he works in my office" Anggara said.

"So she's the one you're, oh," the woman grimaced in pain.

"Mbak why?" ask me curious.

"It's okay, introduce my name Mesya cousin Anggara I happen to have just returned from Paris so do not know the ins and outs of the city of Jakarta,"

Turns out he's called Mesya, I think he's his future wife Anggara a cold guy. For some reason, he is still strong menjomblo even though his age has stepped on 30 years.

"What do you want to order?" ask Mesya.

"What do you want to order, Mom?" ask me when he talks to Anggara. Doesn't he know Anggara is his boss at the place he works tomorrow.

"Are you the same as you?"

I just nodded, then picked up the food menu book that was here. I ordered spicy sour squid and grilled chicken, while Mesya only ordered pancakes and fruit salad because he never ate, heavy food at night.

After eating together tonight, Rahman and I finally surrounded the city of Jakarta, he invited to see Monas at night. I just nodded, only this time I saw Rahman smiling happily after two years had passed.

"Mas, can I ask you something?"

"What do you want to ask?" ask Rahman back.

"Are you still in touch with Mbak Siti?"

"I have nothing to do with him" said Rahman smiling.

I just kept quiet, occasionally looking at her who was playing with our daughter. Today Rahman really spent his time with me and Rania.

"Want to eat pentol?" tanya Rahman looked at me, I saw children and mothers buying pentols. I just nodded then Rahman walked over to buy a pentol.

But not all men understand women, including Rahman never understood his wife's wishes but today he proves to be a good father to his son. Did I just cancel the divorce of Rahman and give him a second chance.

"Now, Pentol is black again" Rahman gave me 5 stitches of pentol and for him 5 stitches, I took it with pleasure and plucked one pentol and put it in my mouth.

It turns out that this pentol is very tasty, only this time I feel the soft pentol and spicy sauce are also sweet-sweet making the taste of patchy pentol more delicious.

"Mas, can I say something?" I said, I don't want to hide that I've filed for divorce in court.

"What...?"

"But I hope you don't get angry, please,"

"Yes, I promise," said Rahman.

"I've filed a file for divorce in court" I said cautiously fearing he was upset.

Silence, no answer came out of Rahman's mouth. Was he angry with me, he smiled looking at me who was already scared.

"Can I say something?" Ask Rahman.

"Can, What?"

"Give me 40 days to be with you and Rania, after that it's up to you to split with Mas or not" said Mas Rahman. What, 40 days. What's with 40 days, not every day is normal.

"Why is your nose bleeding?" ask me to see from Rahman's nose. Actually what happened to Rahman's mas, his nose is bleeding. I took the tissue that I always carry in my bag, then cleaned the thick blood under Rahman's nose.

"What pain do you have come out of your blood like this, Mommy," I asked curiously.

"Maybe it's just a nosebleed, you don't have to worry. I still have 40 days with you anyway before we get divorced, so for those 40 days I'll spend with you" said Rahman smilingly looking at me.

why did Rahman talk in the other direction, as if he would go far away even if we split up, he could still visit Rania. My house with my mother-in-law was only an hour away.

"Have not discussed it again, we should go home for Mas to rest." I walked in hand with Rahman who was holding Rania who had fallen asleep, I walked, the cold penetrated into the pores of my skin.

On the way home, I saw Rahman's pale face and I held Rania on the bike, I never knew what happened to her during her stay at home.

"Mas, are you okay," asked me in a voice a few octaves so that it can be heard by Rahman because of the noise of the car that is also running.

"I'm okay, you calm down! are you afraid of why?"

What the hell mas Rahman, reasonable dong if I ask the situation.I will still be his wife until the deadline for 40 days and we will be separated.

I just kept quiet, lazy to answer his question. Tonight I feel happy, only this time I can feel happy after we get married, he never asked me to go out just to eat Pentol but this time he was romantic with me.

Once at home, I got off the bike and unlocked the house and put it on the bed, while Rahman was still outside. I changed clothes after putting Rania to sleep but Rahman did not come in. I also walked out to see him because he looked pale, lest Rahman fainted again.

"Mas Rahman's...!"